Darvan heaved heavily while Justin inhaled deeply, watching his friend, who looked both confused and devastated. Without a word, he observed as Darvan disappeared into one of the rooms, the door slamming shut with a loud bang. "Why don’t you just break my door while you’re at it?" Justin called af
Darvan’s friends stood frozen for a moment, their eyes shifting between him and Stacy’s unconscious form on the floor. Marc was the first to break the silence...his voice accusatory as he stepped forward. "What the hell did you do to her, Darvan?" he demanded, a frown on his face. "She’s unconsciou
Darvan sat frozen on the couch, gripping his phone tightly. Justin’s words kept replaying in his mind like a drumbeat: "Stacy’s pregnant. Eight weeks along." The timing was clear, it happened before he left for France, before he had decided to cut ties with Stacy to focus on winning Cassia back. He
"You should be happy." His mom rubbed his shoulder softly. "Or don’t you want me to have a grandchild?" Mrs. Sinclair asked, and Darvan inhaled deeply. "Mom," Darvan began, trying to keep his voice steady despite his frustration. "I don’t think rushing into marriage is the right thing. We need tim
"What the absolute fuck..." Darvan muttered, shocked. He was still processing the contents of the paper when he sensed Stacy's presence in the room. His body tensed, but he forced himself to stay still. He wasn’t ready for her to know he had discovered something. If he needed to use this against her
"Darvan..." "You just have to agree, Mom." He cut her off, his voice firm yet pleading. "Let’s make a deal, just this once. I don’t want to make a decision I’ll regret later. Just don’t let the wedding happen as planned… for now." Mrs. Sinclair released a heavy sigh, setting her newspaper aside.
Martinez walked out of the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the kitchen where Cassia stood, her gaze glued to her phone. She looked as though she was trying to process something incomprehensible. He paused at the door, studying her. What could have possibly captured her attention like that? "Cassia,"
The words echoed in Cassia’s mind over and over again for nearly two minutes. "I’m pregnant with Darvan’s child." She blinked, forcing herself out of her thoughts and maintaining a neutral expression. The revelation was unexpected, and for some reason, she felt an odd stiffness within her. Confus
"We should eat before it gets cold," Darvan muttered, and Stacy nodded, taking her seat as he did the same. As they sat at the dining table, Stacy eagerly served Darvan his meal, a bright smile on her face as she placed the dishes before him. "I made all your favorites, including chicken soup," sh
Darvan's grip on the phone tightened as he continued watching the screen, his breathing slow and controlled. Had he always been right? Or was this, in some way, his fault? Did she get pregnant with his child, and because he stopped being intimate with her, she turned to Marc instead? He couldn't te
Cassia felt the warmth of Martinez’s arms around her, her face resting against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, yet she couldn't help but feel that he was hiding something. Weren’t they lovers? If something was wrong, shouldn’t she be the first to know? Alright, even if his sister knew first, s
The drive was a quiet one, as millions of thoughts raced through Darvan's mind. In no time, he pulled into Justin’s driveway, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he struggled to control the emotions raging inside him. He killed the engine, exhaling sharply before stepping out of the
Martinez sat frozen in his car for almost thirty minutes, his breath shaky as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. The thought of having anything to do with Cassia's parents kept echoing in his mind. Was he responsible for their deaths? No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, the flashes o
Cassia and Liam had been deeply engrossed in their design ideas for hours before they finally decided to take a break. Stepping out for a drink, they noticed Henry still seated in the reception area, waiting. Cassia raised a brow, surprised to see him still there, especially after Liam had made it
Darvan remained silent for a long time, trying to process everything that had just happened. His mind kept circling back to the voice he had heard over the phone. Stacy had saved Marc’s number as if they were business partners. But what kind of business were they involved in together? The bigger qu
Cassia left her room, already prepared for work. She found her friends still seated, but they immediately stood up when they saw her. "Going somewhere?" Quinn asked. Cassia nodded, making her way toward the door. "I'm not in the mood for your teasing today," she said, adjusting the strap of her ba
Martinez sat frozen, his mind in chaos. His sister’s words echoed in his head again, each syllable hitting him hard. "What are you saying?" he repeated, his a whisper. "That I... had something to do with her parents' death?" Mrs. Sinclair stood, turning to face her brother properly. "Figure it out